Trees surround
Silent sentinels
Speaking to each other - hushed
Testimony profound enough
That God declares it sufficient
To prove He is, was, and ever shall be…
Decades they grew
Constantly, imperceptibly upwards
Reaching for what they know not
And desperate for the Light
In ice and heat
Screaming storms and fire
Always reaching for more
Sharing life in the roots
Reaching down
Reaching up
Reaching out
So much like us…
Like me…
God hears their whispered prayer
And loves enough
To let the tragic
Shape the beauty of their joy
And make the music deep…
I meander beneath them.
We ponder each other…
The trees and I.
A silent song is sung
Tones subdued like low breathing.
Dropped cones a percussion
A random bird a cymbal…
My heart pours out.
It seems that all
We laugh or cry
Aching breaking
Strutting pride
Run aground
In public hide
When sorrows strike
And story dies
Maker’s Children
Tale we weave
The hardest work
To just believe
Water dirt
Our blood we give
Path to follow
Life to live
Small is bigger
Vision sweeping
Being held
Wounded weeping
Fount of life
O’er flows the chasm
Dance to follow
Hope to fathom
How gently does
The Father hold
Each whispered song
Each trembling soul
See Him. SEE HIM!
Stop pretense
The only way
This world makes sense
Hope is not
A thing to find
Looking wildly
Deaf and blind
Jesus loving
Lifts our mask
A tender kiss
For all who ask